Alina and Emma lay on their backs on the soft meadow grass under a bright blue, late summer sky. To the north and east and west, a few white, puffy clouds seemed stuck, like dollops of frosting clinging to the sides of a big blue bowl, waiting to be licked. Directly above, a jetliner inched across the otherwise bare sky.

“See that plane?” Alina remarked. “Such a sluggard it is. Probably because the captain has slowed it down next to nothing so he and the crew can enjoy your bare breasts.”

Emma chuckled.

“It’s true,” Alina went on. “Every man, woman, and child aboard are right now jammed to the windows, peering down. Pay them no mind. Who wouldn’t want to look at your gorgeous tits?”